I may not be keeping up with NaNoWriMo, but this mosaic is on track to be finished by Christmas. It’s intended as a gift, and not in my usual style. I am far happier when working on something like the Autumn piece http://wp.me/pMKim-Ng that I hope has safely reached Maria in Barcelona. For me, that’s my art, whereas this is craft and I am less absorbed in it, more detached.
So maybe that is why I was susceptible to the food conversation earlier than usual tonight.
There’s a always a point around eight o’clock when someone speaks into the silence and asks, “So what are you having for dinner tonight?” Most of us are planning omelettes; pasta; left-overs from the fridge. We discuss sauces and salads, our tummies growling louder by the minute.
But Nina is following quite a strict diet. It’s got a special name which I forget every week. Madge asked her about it just an hour into the class. From then on the conversation turned around restricted and non-restricted foods and then fanned out into favourite meals, likes and dislikes, and if someone hadn’t started talking about a serious case of food poisoning, I might have had to pack up my stuff and head home straight away.
But my dinner’s ready now, so, bon appétit tout le monde.